Rebirth in Another World: The Ultimate Legend

The forces of darkness surged toward the village like a raging tide, their shouts of battle shattering the previous silence. The sounds were like rolling thunder, chilling everyone to the bone.

A howling wind whipped up dust from the battlefield, blurring people's vision. Lin Yu led the men lying in ambush in the village, gripping their weapons tightly, his palms sweating so much that he could barely hold his sword hilt. His heart pounded, as if it would leap out of his throat. "It's finally here! This battle will be one in which they never return!" His eyes burned with fury, and his clenched teeth revealed his determination.

Lin Feng stood guard at the village entrance, staring at the dark mass of enemies. Though he felt fear, he was filled with even more rage. His eyes widened, and veins bulged on his forehead. "Come on, you beasts, let me show you what we're made of!" he roared, charging ahead of the enemy with the ferocity of a tiger descending a mountain.

Zhao Ling'er was frantically organizing logistics and medical support from the rear. Her face was tense, and her brows were furrowed. "Everyone, you must hold on! We can win!" she kept encouraging everyone, but she herself was also filled with anxiety.

The battle escalated into a fierce melee from the very beginning. Lin Yu moved with lightning speed, his longsword flashing with impenetrable precision, each strike carrying a deadly intent. Enemies fell one after another to his blade, but more and more surged forward relentlessly.

Lin Yu's face was splattered with the enemy's blood, his expression ferocious and cold. "Come on, you scum!" he roared, with only one thought in his mind: the more enemies he killed, the safer the village would be.

At this moment, dark clouds filled the sky, as if somber with the weight of this fierce battle. The enemy leader was a burly man with a ferocious face, wielding a heavy nine-ringed broadsword. The nine iron rings on the blade clanged with his movements, sending chills down one's spine. He charged towards Lin Yu, shouting, "Boy, prepare to die!" His eyes were filled with contempt and murderous intent.

Lin Yu, undaunted, charged forward. The two clashed instantly, sword and blade colliding to create a dazzling shower of sparks, the impact sending a shiver down Lin Yu's arm. But he didn't back down; instead, he fought even more fiercely. "Today is your death day!" he gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with a fury that seemed to want to incinerate his enemy.

The leader was also enraged by Lin Yu's tenacity. "You fool, watch me tear you to pieces!" He swung his nine-ringed broadsword wildly, each strike carrying immense force, the clanging of the iron rings on the blade adding to the terror. He attempted to defeat Lin Yu in one fell swoop.

Lin Yu thought to himself, "This guy is incredibly strong; I can't fight him head-on. I can only look for his weaknesses." He dodged nimbly, his eyes fixed on the leader's movements, searching for an opportunity to counterattack.

The leader, however, thought, "This kid is as slippery as an eel. I must finish this quickly and establish my authority for my men!" His attacks became even more ferocious, the wind whistling through the air.

"Now!" Lin Yu seized the opportunity and thrust his sword fiercely towards the leader's abdomen. The leader reacted quickly, using his nine-ringed broadsword to deflect the fatal blow. But Lin Yu immediately turned, his sword thrusting from another angle. The leader couldn't dodge in time, his shoulder was slashed, and blood gushed out.

"Ah!" the leader roared in pain, his heart filled with rage. "How dare this brat injure me! I will tear him to pieces!" He attacked Lin Yu even more frantically. His nine-ringed broadsword whistled through the air and clanged loudly, raising clouds of dust wherever it went.

Lin Yu remained calm and composed. Although his breathing became rapid and his strength was rapidly depleting, his eyes remained firm: "I cannot lose. Behind me is the hope of the entire village!" He continued to counterattack during the gaps in the enemy's attacks, using all his strength in every sword strike.

"I will not lose to you, you villain!" Lin Yu roared, launching another charge.

Back at the rear, Zhao Ling'er anxiously directed the treatment of the wounded. "Quick, carry him inside! Gently, don't touch the wounds!" Her voice was hoarse, and her forehead was covered in sweat. Seeing the pained expressions on the wounded, her heart ached as if it were being torn apart. "We must save them, we can't let them die!"

On the battlefield, Lin Yu suddenly spotted an opening in the enemy's defenses and thrust his sword towards the leader's chest. The leader dodged to the side, but was still slashed on the arm. "Damn it!" Enraged, he launched an even more frenzied attack.

Lin Yu fought desperately within the encirclement, his wounds multiplying, blood staining his clothes crimson. "I can't fall, everyone's still waiting for me!" He gritted his teeth and continued fighting, each swing of his sword using all his strength.

"Brother Lin Yu!" Lin Feng saw Lin Yu in danger and tried desperately to rescue him, but was held back by the enemy. He was extremely anxious. "We must get through them! Hang in there, Brother Lin Yu!"

Lin Feng desperately swung his fists, knocking down one enemy after another, and inflicting many new wounds on his body.

Just when Lin Yu was almost exhausted, Lin Feng finally broke through the encirclement and arrived to fight alongside him. The two cooperated well, and for a time, they prevented the enemy from getting close.

Seeing this, Zhao Ling'er breathed a slight sigh of relief, but the situation on the battlefield remained grim.

"Hold on, everyone! Victory is just around the corner!" Lin Yu shouted, boosting morale.

Inspired by him, the fighting spirit of the group was rekindled, and the battle became even more intense.